Ethan X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

Marcus looked at Ethan, then at me, then back at Ethan again. "Who the hell is this, Elena?" His voice wasn't loud. That was what made it dangerous. It was controlled—entirely too controlled, a tight cord vibrating under immense tension. "Ethan Mercer," Ethan answered before I could even find my voice. "We work together at the hospital."

Then I saw him. He was kneeling on the floor, his back to me, amidst a sea of engrossed children. Not the imposing titan in a tailored suit, but a man in dark, simple trousers and a soft-looking charcoal sweater, sleeves pushed up his forearms. Ethan. His dark head was bent low, his attention wholly absorbed by the small figure beside him. Aino.

He can’t even deny that she has disappeared suddenly and didn’t come back ever. “What’s wrong, why are you silent, now? Tell me you don’t know any girl named Xenia, she wasn’t your girlfriend?” Steve saw Ethan in grave silence and said ironically. Ethan recalled, even though everything is correct about this letter, he is sure that he can’t have any child with Xenia. “No, this can’t be my child, I can assure everybody that I don’t have any child with Xenia even though she was my girlfriend in the past.” Ethan said and looked at Evelyn, who was silent for long. Is she also doesn’t trust him like Steve and others?

The street hums softly. And then I see him. Ethan is leaning against his car, phone in hand, sunglasses on, completely at ease. Like he belongs in this moment. Like he’s been here all along. He straightens when he sees us, pushing off the car like he’s been waiting for his cue. He slides his sunglasses down just enough to look over them, a grin already forming. “So this is the famous Keisha,” he says. “I was beginning to think you made her up.”

Etha​n​ sat‌ quie‍tly to⁠ his rig‍ht, spine stra‍ight, re‍fusing t⁠o shrin⁠k​. ‍“The​re is no in‍app​ropriate rela⁠tionship,” Adria​n said⁠, voice cold and c‌ommanding. “Eth⁠an Co‍le is my assistant, h​e is also the m‍a‍n I have chosen to be wi​th pri‍vately a​nd persona⁠lly.” ‍A ripple of⁠ shock w​ent through‌ th​e room,

Their commitment to each other is evident, and it seems like they are building a future together. Ethan, on the other hand, is more enigmatic. His emotionless demeanor makes it challenging to gauge his capacity for love. He appears to have built a protective barrier around himself, likely as a defense against potential heartbreak. Yet, I’ve noticed a change in his interactions with Seraphina. There’s a glimmer of hope that Sera might help Ethan open up and adopt a more relaxed approach to life. His serious nature seems to affect those around him, and I hope Sera's influence can bring about a positive shift.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. This must be your plus one?” Hae-Jae nodded. “Yes. This is Anna. A close friend.” Ethan turned to me. His eyes held something—hesitation? Guilt? Recognition? But his smile was flawless. “Pleasure to meet you, Anna.” I returned the smile, tilting my head just slightly. “Likewise, Mr…?” “Ethan,” he replied. “Just Ethan.” “Lovely name.” And that was it. No flicker of the past. No mention of Max.

It was Adam, "Ethan, Beta Hanson is awake. You need to come quickly." At Adam's words, Ethan still unsatisfied erection disappeared. He thew his shirt back on and followed Adam into another room where Beta Hanson rested. He looked terrible but better than he had earlier. He sat up slightly when he saw Ethan. "Ethan, your father, it's a trap.", he said weakly. "I'm too late. I'm sorry, there's hundreds of them Ethan. They're not interested in peace. They're going to torture and kill him on the order of Alpha Conway."

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***